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A Dustland Fairytale (Live From The Royal Albert Hall / 2009)

The Killers2009年11月3日

A Dustland Fairytale (Live From The Royal Albert Hall / 2009) 歌詞

A Dustland Fairytale (Live From The Royal Albert Hall / 2009) - The Killers

A dustland fairytale beginning

Just another white trash County kiss

In 61 long brown hair and foolish eyes

 

He looks just like you'd want him to

Some kind of slick chrome american prince

 

A blue jean serenade and moon river

What you do to me

 

I don't believe you

 

Saw cinderella in a party dress

 

But she was looking for a nightgown

 

I saw the devil wrapping up his hands

 

He's getting ready for the showdown

 

I saw the minute that I turned away

 

I got my money on a palm tonight

 

Change came in disguise of revelation

Set his soul on fire

She says she always knew she'd come around

 

And the decades disappear like sinking ships

But we persevere god gives us hope

But we still fear what we don't know

 

The mind is poison

Castles in the sky sit stranded vandalized

 

Drawbridges closing

 

Saw cinderella in a party dress

 

But she was looking for a nightgown

 

I saw the devil wrapping up his hands

He's getting ready for the showdown

 

I saw the ending where they turned the page

 

I took my money and I ran away

 

Straight to the valley of the great divide

 

Out where the dreams are high

 

Out here the wind don't blow

 

Out here the good girls die

 

And the sky won't snow

 

Out here the birds don't sing

 

Out here the fields don't grow

 

Out here the bell don't ring

 

Out here the bell don't ring

 

Out here the good girls die

 

Now cinderella don't you go to sleep

 

It's such a bitter form of refuge

 

Oh don't you know the kingdom's under siege

 

And everybody needs you

 

Is there still magic in the midnight sun

 

Or did you leave it back in 61

 

In the cadence of a young man's eyes

 

I wouldn't dream so high

 

I wouldn't dream so high

 

Out here the wind don't blow

 

Out here the good girls die

 

And the sky won't snow

 

Out here the birds don't sing

 

Out here the fields don't grow

 

Out here the bell don't ring

 

Out here the bell don't ring

 

 

Out here the good girls die